Heat: A Mafia Doll Retelling

Chapter 25: Consume

"I completely forgot to bring my things with me! All I have is my cell phone," Brooklynn pouted as she sat back in the car seat watching the darkness zoom past her.

"What do you need that I don't have?" Franco questioned.

"My skincare, my toothbrush... my clothes. My basic necessities?! Maybe this was a bad idea, I should have agreed to come with you so soon without any sort of plan or-" Franco's fingers turned her chin to look at him.

"You don't need anything," Franco smirked.

"I don't like the look you're giving me," Brooklynn shivered, "It looks... animalistic."

Franco chuckled darkly, "You have no idea."

Brooklynn sat back, "The least you can do is stop at a convenience store or something so I get a toothbrush-"

"You can use mine," Franco said nonchalantly.

"Franco! That's gross!" Brooklynn whined.

Franco never responded, instead he stepped on the gas and proceeded to speed all the way back to his apartment. Brooklynn kept trying to reason with him but he wasn't going to be stopped. She had promised him she would do whatever he wanted and he was going to take her up on that promise.

The minute he pulled into the underground parking of his building, he threw his door open and walked over to open her door. She was having second thoughts right now that Franco couldn't allow her to entertain. She had agreed to move in with him tonight and he would make sure she followed through.

Not only that... his heart felt like it was jumping out his chest and his body felt ready to consume itself if he didn't allow himself the pleasure he had been denied for so long. The one thing he had longed for that he couldn't have.

"Franco!" Brooklynn squealed when he pulled out of the car quickly and the proceeded to drag her over to the elevator. He wouldn't talk to her, all he could do was hope that she could understand how much he needed her right now.

He refused to say anything until they were alone in his apartment, otherwise, he knew he would break and end up doing things to her in public that might embarrass her.

When the door of his apartment slammed shut he spun around and suddenly pinned her against the door, his face inches away from hers, "Welcome home."

"Home?"

"Home," Franco confirmed as he brushed his lips against hers, "This entire place has always been for you. Everything I do, everything I've earned has always been for the sole purpose of making sure you have the life you deserve."

She wrapped her arms around his neck once more, "You didn't have to do any of this. I would have been with you, either way, I told you that a long time ago."

"But now that I have all of this... now that I have you and I can provide for you now, fuck the past, I want to forget about it," Franco growled and lifted her against him. Months ago he had brought her here without being able to touch her, but now that there was nothing stopping him he was going to take everything he desperately needed.

He carried her up the stairs and into his bed, instantly climbing on top of her. His fingers traced her jaw, "This is where you're going to be every single night."

"Only if you show me something to remember... or else I might just go ahead and take the guest room," Brooklynn teased.

"I'll go find you and drag you back to this bed," Franco warned as pulled away to grasp the hem of her hoodie. He quickly pulled it over her head and then helped her take off of his own shirt. As much as he loved the way the lacy black bra she had put on earlier looked on her skin, he needed to get rid of it as soon as possible. He unclasped easily and threw it to the ground before he even looked at her his pants had already uncomfortably tightened so he discarded them quickly as she shifted on the bed.